. this crazy claim. But somehow, it makes sense to you... it feels like the truth. You look down at your boxers - she gave you no time to get dressed ... with a curious glance. Maybe you were already being affected. After all, yesterday you were feeling particularly randy, having to rub one out on waking up... and once again during lunch... and when you got home... and after she lef- "Wait, what? When the Hell did you steal... test my jizz?!" You had samples in tissues your trash can... many of. ." At that moment, Greg's car door slammed. "Oh, God!" Shannon said with surprising gentleness, "Honey, I hope this is what you wanted."Greg had, or course, seen Yvonne's car in the drive. The last few weeks had heightened his sensitivity to women's behavior and he almost audibly heard 'Warning! Warning! Warning!' Problem was, he had no idea what the danger was, much less how to act in the face of it. Well, it was his house and he was not about to look for a hidey hole, so he headed for the. Not a hint of humidity was to be found. The natural scent of jasmine flourished around her as her hair waft it around as she ran. As she rounded the first curve she had noticed a male figure ahead running at a similar pace. She saw him pull off into the alcove that held a pull up bar. As she came by she noticed he had removed his shirt. She slowed as she had never seen him before. He looked about her age with a sharp military style hair cut that consisted of a darker brown shade. Not overtly. " And I cannot be here simply to take advantage of her state? To allow myself a distraction from my trials?"Charles allowed a soft chuckle. "That is nothing like the Victor I know. You are practical to a fault."Victor granted a small smile in return. There were few in his cult with whom he could converse outside the trappings of the quasi-religion he had created. Fewer still could step outside the cult and speak of it as it really was. Charles was one of those few. "As I said before, you are.